Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
He had his hands braced on the furs on either side of my shoulders, his focus trained on me, his eyes at half-mast as pleasure covered his expression. The position made him look so very fierce, but the thing that had me enthralled was the fact his mouth was glossy from the wetness he had urged out of me when he’d licked at my center.
When he’d devoured my virgin pussy.
Calder claimed my mouth, forcing me to taste myself on his lips and tongue. The flavor was musky and sweet. The flavor was me. I made a small noise, and that seemed to have something snapping inside of Calder, because a second later he groaned, speared his hand in my hair and pulled on the strands forcefully.
The hard length of him pressed between my thighs as he continued to kiss me. I wanted—no, needed—to feel him stretching me, pushing into me and making my ache settle. The possessiveness I felt from him was bone deep.
Without breaking the kiss, he reached between our bodies and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. Everything inside of me stilled, tensed, and I panted with anticipation.
“I’m taking what is mine, what belongs to me,” he said in a serrated voice.
Yes. I belong to him.
In one deep thrust, a fluid motion that had my back arching, Calder pushed into me, claiming my innocence, breaking through my virtue. He groaned above me, closed his eyes, and I saw how taut his body became. I felt the heavy weight of his balls press against my bottom, but he didn’t move right away once he was fully inside of me.
I felt full, stretched, and the discomfort was so shocking that I was having a hard time catching my breath, but at the same time I wanted more.
When he started moving in and out of me, faster and harder with each passing second, I grabbed onto his biceps and dug my nails into his firm flesh. He didn’t speak, but he breathed hard, heavy, and kept his eyes closed.
It was almost a pained expression that covered his face, and I couldn’t draw my gaze away from him.
I could have found my completion from the sight of him nearly losing control.
It was clear he was trying to refrain and control himself.
He pushed into me and pulled out, over and over, groaning with every thrust. When he buried himself to the hilt in me, he was motionless for a second, breathing heavily and stirring the hair that fell around my face.
My inner muscles were clenching rhythmically around his girth, as if trying to draw him in farther. Calder pulled back until just the tip of his cock was lodged in the opening of my body. I rose up and braced my elbows on the pallet to support myself as I stared at what he was focused on.
Me.
All of me and where he was lodged.
His focus was between my thighs, and I couldn’t help but look at every hard, defined and masculine inch of him. Calder pulled out of me only an inch and I felt my eyes widen as I watched how thick and massive he was, his dick stretching me so good.
He moved in and out of me slowly, sweat dripping down his temples and landing on my breasts, his focus intent. Calder was slow and steady at first, but with each passing second, he picked up speed until he was slamming his dick into me.
These low, short sounds left me, one that were filled with need and desperation.
“Calder…” Closing my eyes, I let myself fall back on the pallet. He went primal on me then, the sound of our wet skin slapping together filling the room. But it was his harsh grunts that fueled my own heightening sensations.
Before I felt the intensity of an orgasm claim me, Calder pulled out of my body and flipped me onto my belly.
A gasp left me at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but he didn’t make me wait long to feel full once more.
He palmed my ass, gripped the mounds and squeezed them in his big hands until the pain mixed with pleasure. Grabbing my waist with his big, masculine hands, he hauled me up so I was now on my hands and knees. I looked over my shoulder and saw how wild he looked, how needy and ready he was for me.
“No going back,” he grunted out and placed the tip of his shaft by my entrance once more.
“No going back,” I repeated.
He slid into me in one smooth, fluid motion.
Being filled by him, stretched, had this burn of desire racing along my fingers and toes, up and down my spine.
He moved in and out of me slowly, but started picking up speed until the sound of our skin slapping together filled my ears.